He’d held her tight, rain and the tears running down her face in the darkness. She had turned her face up to the rain, letting her tears finally come. Around her lightning flashed, thunder boomed and she’d cried for the mother she never knew and for her sister, the blessing, she’d almost lost.

Laura Beaumont had lost herself here. Her youngest daughter had found herself, Dulcie thought. And found a sister she’d never known she had.

Would she ever be able to forgive her grandparents? In time. She told herself that they had known she would find Jolene. And save her? Or was that just her way of dealing with it, believing there’d been a plan bigger than herself?

She knew they had blamed themselves until their dying days for leaving Angel. For leaving Laura.

But Angel had survived it. She smiled at the thought of her sister, Jolene. A strong woman like herself. Jolene would be fine. In time.

Speaking of Jolene, Dulcie thought. Her sister would be waiting for her at Northern Lights.

Jolene looked up as her sister came into the restaurant. Her sister. She’d always wanted siblings. She smiled and rose to give her a hug. They held each other for a long moment.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Jolene said. “Laci insisted on cooking us something special for lunch.”

Dulcie laughed. “I’m starved, but then I always am.”

Jolene studied her. “How are you?”

“Better. How about you?”

Jolene nodded. “I feel lighter.” She laughed. “I took your advice. I’m seeing a psychologist. Talking about it helps.”

She understood why she’d hidden her truth for so long and so deep. She’d believed she’d caused her mother’s death because of one weak moment on the creek that night when she’d wished her mother gone.

“I just feel bad about Tinker. Maybe if I had remembered sooner...”

“Don’t do that to yourself,” Dulcie said. “Ben knew the kind of woman he was living with. How is Mace, though?”

“The Whitehorse Sewing Circle is finding him a home,” Jolene said. “Pearl assured me that they would find him a good one and make sure he was all right.”

“Here, I want you to have this.” Dulcie pulled some papers from her shoulder bag and slid them across the table.

“Dulcie—”

“It’s the money from the property and half of the estate our grandparents left us.”

“Dulcie, no. They left that to you.”

Her sister shook her head, smiling. “No, you see that’s the thing I figured out. Why they didn’t tell me about you, about the Montana property, about our mother. I think they felt their hands were tied, but they knew me. They knew I wouldn’t give up until I got to the bottom of it. Until I found my sister and made things right.”